Story Of Ghost In English の小説・ストーリー

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Like who seriously would want to be called Ghost when he is still fucking alive. not to worry, I plan on making his name a reality after sniffing the life out of him. I lifted my head to face scarlet jovial and lively face turn into a serious question-filled face. Fuck! What did I just do? I am not supposed to know who Ghost is? What if she goes telling her man about what I just said. this is why it's never a good idea to talk to anyone. I should have just kept my mouth shut. “Who is a ghost?” She asked looking at me puzzled.

His words began to slur, spilling out in a messy, confused rush. “There… there was a man. In Halton. Right after we moved to the glass house.” He took another gulp, the whiskey burning a path down his throat. “He was called… the Ghost. He wanted to kill us. Zhedya… he took care of it. He killed him, right in front of me. I didn’t want him to though but he was behind my memory loss then so…” Miller’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on his neck. “The Ghost? Do you know his real name?”

“You—You can’t—” Ghost moved fast, the cloth twisting around the man’s throat, not choking, just enough to remind him of the line between air and none. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper against the man’s ear. “Who sent you here?” The man tried to laugh, but it cracked into a cough. “You think—” Ghost pulled tighter, just for a heartbeat, then loosened again, letting the man drag in a desperate breath. His pale eyes never blinked. “You think I won’t take you apart piece by piece?” Ghost asked softly. “I buried men alive in Cambodia and listened while they begged me to let the dirt finish the job. Compared to that, you’re a child playing outlaw. So I’ll ask again.”

The ghost. He smiled softly, his voice smooth like silk. “She speaks the truth, fox. Every grave has two stories: the one that they get to bury and the one that never crawls out.” Vincent bared his teeth in anger as he whispered, “You.” The ghost tilted his head slightly. “Yes, me…the one you can never truly defeat or kill. Because every time you attempt it, she brings me back.” Camela’s chains shook violently as they dragged her to her knees; she gasped as her body disintegrated into more ash.

An actual ghost was standing in front of me, which means the ghost story was real and the only people I know to wear all-white outfits are ghosts. The ghost tried to touch me, but I moved backward and tripped over my luggage. To cut the story short, I landed on my butt. "Miss Hillary, are you alright?" The ghost asked me. The ghost could talk. I haven't seen Ghost Talk except in movies and novels, and they are not actual ghosts. "You..." I pointed to the ghost. "How are you talking right now?" I questioned the ghost.

explained Zenny. Hearing that, Gerald simply nodded. When he had last met Master Ghost in the church, Ghost had given him a reading which Gerald hadn’t really taken to heart back then. To his eventual surprise, everything that Ghost had said slowly became true in the end. With that in mind, Gerald couldn’t help but feel slightly regretful and ashamed now.

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

he scolded rolling his eyes. She immediately obeyed when she understood what he meant and stood at a place. Hearing him say such to her reminded her of the café which Jack owned. He had spoken exactly like the same guy with a scar on his eyes from the café. Red knowing what he wanted delayed the process of drinking his juice or tea. He smirked when he saw her shaking as she stood at a spot. The house was cold and she had no jacket on . "Can I go in sir?" she inquired immediately she saw him finish his drink.